Page 11 of Captivating His Pupil

“You’re so tight, Riley,” I groan, enjoying the high-pitched noise she makes in response. “So tight for me. How’s it feel, sweetheart? Talk to me.”

“Amazing,” she whimpers, her short nails digging into my back. “Your cock is so big. I feel so full.”

“That’s right, baby,” I say, leaning down to give her a sloppy kiss. “It’s all for you. This cock is all yours.”

I drop down to kiss her again, changing the tilt of my hips as I do. The angle allows me to reach even deeper inside her. On one hard thrust, Riley makes a sound like a wild animal. It’s primal, a noise of pure pleasure. I know that I’ve hit her G-spot, and I decide to focus my efforts there.

She does her best to match my kisses, but she’s so overwhelmed by the way I’m driving my cock into her sweet spot that she can’t quite move her mouth. I take that as a sign that what I’m doing is working. I wonder how quickly I can pull another orgasm out of her.

She moans, broken and desperate. Her responsiveness is quickly becoming my favorite thing. I can’t wait to see what other reactions I’ll be able to elicit from her. This feels like the beginning of a long, sexually gratifying journey.

“Oh my god,” Riley whimpers as her pussy spasms around my cock. “Nick, I’m close.”

“Again?” I say, a teasing lilt in my tone. “You’re so sensitive, baby. It’s adorable.”

“Nick,” she says urgently as her head lolls back.

“That’s it,” I say, continuing to pound into her. “Cum for me, Riley. Show me how good I make you feel.”

She makes a choked-off noise, and her back arches off the bed as she pulls herself flush against my chest. While she rides out her pleasure, I keep focusing my thrusts on the spot that’s driving her crazy. Before her climax crests, my own washes over me, and I grunt as I fill up the condom with my seed. I’d love to cum inside her one day, but I don’t know if she’s on birth control, and I doubt she wants to take care of a baby while she’s finishing school.

While the two of us are coming down, I slowly pull out of her. After I tie the condom off and toss it in the direction of the trash can in the corner of my room, I lie down beside her. I pull her against my chest and place a kiss on the top of her head.

“I liked that,” she says quietly after a few minutes.

“I’m glad,” I say, dragging my fingertips over her back gently. “I want you to be mine.”

“And I want to be yours,” Riley says, humming as she snuggles into my chest. “But what about your job? Isn’t it against the rules for you to be seeing a student?”

“I’ll hand in my resignation tomorrow,” I say, squeezing her tight. “Before I even met you, I was thinking about it. My passion doesn’t really lie in teaching. I’d rather be making and selling my art.”

“As long as you’re not just resigning for me,” she mutters. “What’ll you do in the meantime?”

“Well, while you finish school, I could start my own shop,” I say thoughtfully. “I own this house, and I have a pretty big nest egg. You could move in whenever you wanted.”

“I’d like that,” she whispers, her voice faraway and dreamy.

As the two of us drift off, I can’t help but think that this is the first day of the rest of my life. I’ve found my person, and I’m going to start chasing my dreams. Things are only going to get better from here.

Epilogue

8 Years Later

Riley

I never thought I’d end up in New York City, but now that Nick and I have been living here for a few years, I can’t imagine living anywhere else. The city has brought me out of my shell, and I have a decent circle of friends along with a husband and a son. The life I’m living is picture perfect.

Ryker, our two-year-old, is the spitting image of his father. He spends most of his days bouncing between Nick and I from the shop to the studio attached to the back. Our love of ceramics seems to be genetic, and Ryker’s already showing interest in making his own pieces. His creations certainly look like a toddler made them, but as his dexterity gets better, I’m sure he’ll be a natural.

He’s dozing in his stroller right now. Today is my and Nick’s third wedding anniversary, and he has a romantic day planned for us. He’s kept the details secret, insisting that it needs to be a surprise. I’ve taken it upon myself to drop Ryker off at daycare early so I can give Nick a surprise of my own.

After I get our son signed in, I call a cab to head back to our apartment. The distance is short, but I can’t wait to get back to my husband. I can’t remember the last time we closed the shop just to spend the day together, and I’m eager to soak up every minute of our free day that I can.

The apartment is quiet when I walk in, and I grin. My plan is coming along perfectly. I peek my head into the bedroom to see that Nick is still sleeping soundly. He won’t be for long, but I don’t think that he’ll mind.

As silently as I can, I undress and peel the blankets back. My mouth waters at the sight of his morning wood. In the years that we’ve been together, I’ve found that I love blowing him. The power dynamic it creates is intoxicating. I’m both completely in control and in a submissive position.

Nick’s breath catches when I pull his boxers down to expose his cock, and I wait until his breathing evens out again before leaning down over him. I wrap my hand around his length, holding him loosely as I lightly lick the tip. Then, when his eyes don’t open, I slowly sink my mouth around his cock.

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